In deep space, there had been a boom in science and industry-laden work. Because of the costs of constantly sending out ship after ship from planets, several mega corporations hired private contractors to construct stations that would work as homes and mobile carriers for small freighters and large populations of workers. 

These stations often came into contact with strange life forms; most were benign, however sometimes these vessels take something on board that is more than they bargained for.

~ SPACE STATION HADRON ~
-PRELUDE-
Written by ThePerson45

Meynna was heading home from her job, taking care not to run into any of the pedestrians as they mumbled and ambled to their business. The low roar of the crowd was relaxing to listen to for city-folks, though the hyena woman still wasn’t used to it just yet.

She had taken the shuttle for a job listing, but it was hard to justify it the longer she stayed. The lower streets were borderline ignored by the police unless they absolutely had to step in to keep things from getting out of hand. Her job was in the Terminal thankfully, but heading into the lower city homes meant watching her step around in the darker corners.

The simulated sky above showed a dark, starless sky with small emitters of light in order to keep the lower city from becoming pitch black, though it didn’t help that much given the fact that there was no non-synthetic light. In all honesty, she had a very hard time adjusting to it being planet-born.

The biggest change of moving onto one of the stations was getting used to the gravity shifts. Each sector of upper and middle city and nominal and “upright” gravity, but Meynna learned through some unfortunate experiences in the elevators that the lower sector had a reverse gravity well in order to minimize the size of the ship and provide more effective housing.

I nearly vomited the first time I went through that shift, she mused to herself. The next corridor to the left was her way home, and waited for a particularly long naga-morph to move by before heading on inside. The door slid open with a soft hiss, and shut with the light clunk of metal-on-metal behind the hyena as she headed in, the white fluorescent lights making the bright white walls seem nearly featureless.

A soft humming was heard as she moved through the halls to her apartment block, following the small electronic signs at each cross-section. The housing in this place at least wasn’t terrible, definitely out-classing anything on her home planet, Thero, for the same rent.

Despite reminiscing how she ended up in such a strange place, she found her eyes were caught to a strange shine a good ten meters away. Her ears twitched, seeing that the doors there were half-open and seemed almost like they were broken. The red LED on top of the grey door frame read “CLOSED” in holographic text.

Her insides twisted a little with curiosity and some level of fear. She was sure it was nothing incredibly dangerous considering the security on the station was pretty intense in order to be allowed on, not to mention the monthly checks. But this was definitely strange. I should report this to Security, Meynna thought.

However, the strange shining object held a strange point of interest. One little look wouldn’t hurt, she assured herself.

Walking over and glancing back over her shoulder for confirmation that she was indeed alone, the hyena woman slipped through the half-open doorway and looked around. Besides her own light jacket, cargo pants, and t-shirt, the room was dusty and seemed like it hadn’t been touched since the station was launched.

Meynna gently clicked a little flashlight on - one of the things that was assigned to all crew members upon joining the ship in case of emergency - and looked around the room. A bunch of dusty furniture, and a small terminal to the right corner. It looked pretty standard, maybe a few things were a bit outdated. If anything it looked like a model room, as there was no real...personality to any of the objects.

Looking closer, she realized the furniture and objects in the room were all a smooth coloration of black, though they still seemed to carry some functionality. Gently pressing a hand on the bed, she’d feel that it was, indeed, a regular soft mattress laden with a comforter. A small cloud of dust was disturbed, coming up to her nose.

“Ah...ah…!” She sniffled a little, covering her nose and mouth with her arm barely in time to muffle a sneeze. This place must be really old, she affirmed to herself. Turning towards the terminal, what she had seen before was now much more clear.

A small mask, mostly simple in design. What drew her eye to begin with was the shiny texture, probably off of the smooth, seemingly black wide visor where the wearer’s face should be. There was a soft seal on the sides of it, and otherwise anyone who wore the thing would be hard to recognize if they had much else on. It looked a lot like the environmental suit masks she’d gotten used to, though its filters weren’t connected to a tank and seeing into it was almost impossible given how dark the lense was. Just like the rest of the room, it was a deep black and seemed to have a variable level of dust settled on it. Unlike the room though, it didn’t look like it could actually be used to function as a hazard mask.

“Hey, is someone there?” Came from the hall, and she turned around quickly, heart dropping into a pit. Whoever said that wasn’t at the intersection yet, but they’d be around any second now.

Shit, I can’t be caught in here - I could lose the job! She took up the mask for something to look at later and, not wanting to be seen with it, tucked it into her jacket pocket. Clicking her flashlight off, she’d head out of the room and brush herself off, just in time for a jackal boy to come walking around the corner.

“Meynna, was that you? What-” He would look past her into the strange room, and the hyena shrugged in response.

“Yeah, I got a head cold or something. I uh, saw this room...it looked weird, but it made my allergies act up so I stayed out of it.” A meager smile to try and make herself look innocent, and the jackal just huffed in response.

He was someone that lived in her block, a rather thin jackal by the name of Elta. He was nice enough, but usually talked too much for her liking. With an indignant grumble, he’d response, “Yeah, well. That’s good, that place looks weird. I’m gonna call Alysia and let her know that one of the doors is malfunctioning.”

There was a brief look between them, and Meynna felt like she was almost in trouble. But the jackal turned away and started off towards his room, with the hyena quickly doing the same.

“That place was weird,” Meynna said to herself.

She’d gotten back home and taken some time to write down her day on her Holo-Terminal, among trying to get a report or two done for her manager. The built-in wall radio nearby hummed softly and played cool, soothing beats. It was easy to just write off what had happened as a dumb accident and something that really didn’t matter, but for some reason she couldn’t get her head off of it.

More than anything, that strange mask had made her curious. It was sitting on the synth-oak desk, staring at her with the blank expression. She glanced to it and gently reached over, touching its side.

Meynna had looked the thing over in every which way, but it didn’t seem to be very useful. She even compared it to her own E.H. mask, but that one had metallic components and carbon-glass. This one seemed to be made of some kind of rubber or latex, and was rather shiny now that she’d run it through with some water.

Her thoughts drifted a little bit, staring at it. She flipped it over, staring at the interior. Just like the outside it was mostly featureless, but the visor seemed to be see-through, if barely. But that just raised more questions; Why would they make a mask with a one-way visor, she questioned.

The girl gently set it aside again and set to work again, not wanting to get too invested in something that could probably be explained in that it was just a dumb prop. For all she knew, they used black on everything before the final design was set, so they shut the room unless they needed an auxiliary space.

A soft ringing caused her to flinch, her ears that had been drooping shot up a bit and her thoughts buzzed away from the noise. Reaching over across the desk and picking up the slender communicator, she lifted it just in front of her face and asked, “Hello?”

There was a pause, then a somewhat stern voice came over the speaker, “Ms. Illis? This is Ossen Tecker, District 2 security supervisor.”

Officer Tecker’s face came up over the communicator now, a german shepard that wore a young, but serious complexion.

Her face paled under the fur, and her hand felt cool as she held the communicator. Did she do something illegal? She’d heard from friends that getting kicked off stations like this took a while, but you get tossed into one of the holding areas, even if your crime wasn’t violent or even all that serious. She hastily replied, “Ah, yes ma’am. I’m Meynna Illis. Is something wrong?”

She managed to keep any real worry from seeping into her voice, if anything it just sounded like she was stressed. The other woman responded curtly, “Ms. Illis, your block administrator was informed that you found a ‘strange room’ at the end of a hall. It was apparently abandoned, but we were told you were the first one who saw it.”

“Yes, that’s right...is there something you need, officer?” Even if it wasn’t really face-to-face, it still felt like she was about to be cuffed right then and there. She did steal something from the scene, and for all she knew there was some bigger crime going on.

After a short pause, officer Tecker continued to explain, “The room wasn’t on any registries, so we’re still investigating it. However, we needed to ask if you saw anything particularly strange or exaggerated in the room incase there was contraband. I would be asking in person, but we’re busy this time of night and multiple acquaintances assured me that it wouldn’t be necessary to bring you in for questioning.”

For a moment, the hyena thanked the Gods that the police officers were so lax in this part of town, but she would just shake her head, “No ma’am. My allergies acted up a little from the dust, so I didn’t want to go in and get myself sick or something.”

Meynna managed a soft smile and chuckle, acting as relaxed as possible. The officer gave a soft ‘hm’, then nodded over the holographic device, “Alright. I’ll be checking your story with a few things, thank you for your time. If anything comes to mind, feel free to call my office.”

A soft click resonated through the room, and the communicator stopped. She would set it down on its stand, and sigh heavily. I just lied to an officer, she thought to herself, if they find out I took that dumb thing, I’ll definitely get thrown off this station.

Thinking on it still, she glanced over at the mask. It was out of frame of the communicator of course, but it sat motionless the entire time. For some reason she felt a deep curiosity, and at the same time a certain level of...apprehension, towards the thing. Like something an animal would instinctively feel about a predator.

The hyena just shook her head to clear the worries and stretched out a bit, feeling some kinks in her shoulder. I’m gonna go take a shower and relax, today is too long already, she decided.

Getting up from her desk, she’d slip the roller chair back into place and was about to head to the shower, when something drifted back to the mask. She felt a light flush in her cheeks, and gently picked it up on her way to the bathroom.

The apartment wasn’t very large, having a pretty mediocre and compact size. Definitely not bad, a kitchenette, bedroom, bathroom, and short connected living room was about all she needed to be comfortable.

Once there, she started to disrobe after setting the mask on the counter. Pulling her shirt off, she would unbuckle her pants and let them drop unceremoniously to the floor. The mirror above the sink showed off her light brown body and nearly white belly fur that creeped up between her breasts, though her privates were still housed by her underwear. She walked over and flipped the handle, pulling it over to let it start to spray water from the showerhead.

After at least a couple months of living like this, she’d gotten used to such post-modern accessories and appliances. The room was starting to steam up, so she slipped her bra and panties off, dropping them on the counter to let her C-cup breasts hang in the open air and pink, slightly puffy-looking pussy breath.

The girl looked into the mirror, trailing a hand up her side and to her chest, then huffing. She always wanted to have bigger breasts, maybe bigger hips and a nicer butt too. But it definitely wasn’t the worst. She walked to the shower, a sub-conscious part of her picking up the mask without really noticing.

One step inside and she quivered from the heat, another step and she sighed softly, letting the water run over her softly furred body. It was wonderful to get all the grime and sweat off after work, especially since the whole station recycled the water so she didn’t have to worry about constraints.

Then she noticed the mask.in her left hand, and gave a puzzled look. Why did I bring this, she silently thought to herself. It would be easy to just explain it away though, she had been thinking about it since she got home. No big surprise, she managed to thoughtlessly bring it in since she was so interested in it all night.

A soft huff, lifting it up with both hands, staring into the front of it. That curiosity nagged at her, and the firm rubber-like, slightly shiny mask had a strange allure. Something below felt a little warm, more than just from the water.

Meynna knew the feeling of arousal all too well, being a young woman just fresh out of being a teenager. Her digits ran over the face of the mask, then turned it around. It wouldn’t be that strange, would it? To try it on, see what it’s like?

“Well, I already stole you...maybe you’re worth it.” She mumbled to herself, lifting it up to her soft features. The mask was easy enough to pull on, pressing the inside against her face and pulling the yielding bands behind her head, smothering her hair a little. The strange rubber stretched slightly to shape itself to her muzzle properly, making a snug fit.

Under the mask, she took soft breaths, not sure what to expect. With every breath she brought in and let out, there was an appropriate huffing and puffing sound from the sides of the mask. Apparently it did have filters, but it seemed they were mostly non-functional for actual hazards. The heavy-sounding breathing from the hyena herself was somewhat alien to her uncovered ears, though she couldn’t deny there was something...earnestly arousing about it.

She leaned against the cool tile wall and shivered, letting a hand reach down between her legs and gently rub over her pussy. It felt strangely sensitive, but she brushed it off as being so hot under the water. Meynna closed her eyes under the mask and started to rub herself, listening to the harsh-sounding breathing through the filters. Huff. Huff. Huff.

Her finger gently pressed against her pussy lips, teasing at the outer labia and letting the learned motions from the other hundreds of times she’d done this take over. Little teasings and presses, eventually pressing a finger inside and rubbing against her canal. A soft little moan into the mask, muffled and distorted slightly through the filters.

The way the filters constantly distorted her voice and left her breathing sounding like that of a gasmask only made it strangely more enticing, the breathing turning into soft, quick pants while she finger-fucked herself against the shower wall.

A little gasp, and she continued to stroke and rub herself, two fingers pressing in to properly get all the spots she’d learned from as a child. Her pussy felt almost hyper-sensitive now, and she told herself it was because she hadn’t masturbated in a while. Her eyes were open now, half-lidded and staring through the dark lenses ahead at nothing in particular.

Meynna didn’t notice the soft colors that were present in the mask’s visor, having activated some time ago. They swirled in soft circles and had something like words running through the patterns, but it was so faint it was impossible to see for the hyena’s naked eye.

A little gasp here, a soft moan there, she plunged her fingers a little deeper and started teasing her own clit gently with her thumb as it poked from outside the hood, the hyena’s other hand raising up to rub and caress her own chest.

The familiar sensation of her gut feeling like it was clenching and tensing up, burning up there as it started to become wound up. Meynna continued to just listen to her huffs and heavy breathing through the mask, it was like a porn she never knew she needed in her life.

A soft gasp and moan through the mask, the distorted sound only driving her over the edge faster as her fingers continued to move gently, her pussy dripping and squirting with her orgasm.

She stayed laying against the wall, breathing returning to normal under the mask and just stared without much of a thought passing through her head for a good thirty seconds before blinking her eyes and shaking her head a little, sitting up. The hyena had work in the morning, she couldn’t spend all night in the afterglow.

She’d reluctantly remove the mask and set it down on the side of the tub, returning to get herself washed. Her legs still felt like jelly from such a strong orgasm, but she knew she had to get some things done before falling asleep - like getting herself actually clean.

The mask’s display had shut off once the hyena took it off, though of course to anyone it wouldn’t look any different.

Once she’d gotten herself fixed up and not quite as sweaty beyond getting the scent of recent sex off her body, the hyena dried her soft fur up and, taking the mask, would head back through the hall of the small cube-shaped apartment to her bedroom. 

The inside was sparse and had a definitive ‘smooth and white’ aesthetic, something she didn’t really enjoy all that much. It was garish most of the time, but at least the amenities were comfortable.

Taking a moment to set the mask away in one of her drawers under some folded, mostly identical shirts, the girl brushed her hair back and went to get under the covers, her mind and body more than ready to get a nice night’s rest. The built-in alarm on the wall would ring at the scheduled time as per usual, but for now she got to curl up with her blankets and pillows. The lights were already dimmed, so the only real light came from the faint LED wall trims supplying a gentle, unwavering white light that was just bright enough to see in the dark if she needed to get up.

With her thoughts dozing off and thinking on everything that happened, her last thoughts were of the mask and how amazing it felt to have it on.

The next day had been somewhat of a quick one, thankfully. She’d woken up and gotten to work on time with ease as per usual, and was sent to one of the inner engine rigs. Whoever designed the things had no sense of the economical, and spared no expense to make the most elaborate, rather overblown system of engines of almost any station. She didn’t know the full story of how they worked as she wasn’t much of a scientist at all, but the hyena knew how to handle a plasma torch and coolant, so the mindless work of fixing up minor peaks in heat and metal plate degradation was a breeze.

If anything, wearing the air mask while she worked was something she almost looked forward to. However, it wasn’t anywhere near the same. The dumb thing barely made any noise at all - which, she supposed, was a good thing. It just made her eager to get home though, her cheeks feeling hotter than usual while she welded shut any slight damage to the outer casing.

Elta showed up late to work that day, saying something about the fact he had to run a few errands for the supervisor that night. The hyena scoffed at him of course, and simply continued to work.

After another ten minutes or so, the jackal would continue through the radio earpiece they both had embedded in their helmets, “Look, that dumb room had some people freaked out. Someone got scared that there was someone aboard that we didn’t know about, so...Alysia had me run a couple checks through logs and cameras.”

The words didn’t really connect for a few moments, and she ignored the slight swelling of panic that almost threatened to make her miss the mark as she carefully measured the heat levels, “Oh yeah? Who’s gonna be in that dusty old room, a ghost?”

Meynna chuckled at her joke, and Elta just grumbled without turning the radio on before speaking up on the line again, “Mey, that stuff wasn’t that dusty when security came over. The bed was disturbed, so was some of the stuff on the desk. Alysia had the room closed under some dumb red-tape, but…”

“But what? You think I sauntered in there?” Her reply was a bit aggressive, more than she meant to be.

A sigh came over the radio after a few moments of welding from the jackal, “I’m just saying, Mey. If you know someone else was in there, it could settle some people’s minds - including Alysia’s, and you know how crazy she can be.”

Rolling her eyes, Meynna snorted and continued to work, putting away the heat sink for now, “I don’t know anything more than you do, Elta. If there was an intruder, I think we’d know.”

The jackal didn’t reply for a few moments, “Yeah.”

With that awkward conversation out of the way, Meynna just continued to get her monitoring and plate-checking done. It wasn’t fun to lie, especially to one of the people who actually tried to be her friend. But there was no way she was going to tell someone she’d taken something. Even if it was just a dumb, cool, kinda sexy mask.

Besides the conversation with Elta, the rest of work was a breeze and she had an easy day this time. The hardest part of her day was trying to ignore the draw she had towards that mask, something she just couldn’t get out of her head.

It had felt amazing to wear it, even better to masturbate with it on. She pondered if there were more pieces to it - maybe it was a set? Regardless, she definitely planned on enjoying it as much as possible.

By the time she was out of work, the hyena was eagerly on the way home, her cheeks a little flushed as she felt little trickles of arousal whenever her thoughts traveled back to the mask. It felt like she lost something with it on her mind, like she just needed it.

It might’ve sounded strange, but she reasoned that getting a new fetish is usually pretty intense. She passed into her room after swiping her ID card through the reader, setting her jacket on the coat rack inside. The lights all started to activate as she entered, giving the room a soft glow that made it welcoming.

Meynna stood in the center of her apartment for a few moments, trying to think of what to do next. She did need to get some food, but she was so turned on it was almost getting hard to ignore.

Taking the responsible route, she would head to the small kitchenette just next to her desk and tiny living room. The fridge had shelf upon shelf of flat, dry-packed meals that just needed to be rehydrated and heated, which was easy enough.

Nearby on the counter, a small appliance folks on the station called the ‘mealer’ was usually what she used to get food. There was fresher vegetables and fruit grown, but they were rather expensive and she was on a shoestring budget after paying rent.

Getting the package of potato, steak, and various greens popped open, she put the flattened patties of nutrients into the mealer on a small plate and shut it, using the auto-hydrate-heat option.

With her food working up to being actually edible, she headed to her bathroom, using the sink there to wash her hands to get some of the grime of the day off. She almost wished she had some kind of gloves to wear to keep the crap from all those tools alone off her body. It would be a lot easier than having to wash herself constantly.

Once she got her furred hands cleaned up, the hyena took her time back to the kitchen and filled a plastic cup with water, ready to sit down and get some food in herself.

With the tasty-smelling meal, she carefully carved it up with her fork and knife, taking bites of the meat that only barely resembled steak in taste and flavor. The food was mostly either synthetic or mixed up morsels to try and maximize the amount of nutrients in each packed patty, but she didn’t much care. It was food, and it was better than eating crappy “real” food like back home. At least she knew this wasn’t real.

The meal was easily eaten within ten minutes, sitting alone at her small dining table and sipping water occasionally. By the time she was done, the hyena definitely wanted more - but knew that would probably just lead to getting fat.

Leaving the dish and water for now, she would get up and walk into her bedroom for the second time now, walking to the drawer. Opening it up, she half expected it to be gone as if it never existed - but under a pile of shirts, there it was. The strange black rubber mask that made her feel so amazing the night before.

If she wasn’t horny before, she was now. After checking her pocket tablet to make sure she didn’t have any real responsibilities for the rest of the day besides sending in those reports, she would get out another one of her hidden toys - a small vibrator, big enough to feel filling, but just small enough to be easy to hide.

Going to the couch now, she’d lay back and squirm a bit, tugging her pants down. They were dime-a-dozen, so if she ruined them she didn’t really care that much. With her pussy exposed now, she leaned back and pulled the mask up, slipping it over her face with ease. 

A soft, heavy breath, and she quivered. The sound and feeling of her breath through the filters felt...empty. Not quite as exciting as the night before. She wanted to get started, but it felt like something was missing.

She laid there for a few minutes, staring into the visor and breathing slowly, husky filters distorting every single one of her breaths. Without her knowledge, the mask had already activated again and was lulling her gently, whispering without any real words with the soft, barely visible colors.

More. She wanted more of this...stuff. The latex, the rubber. Something about the material was incredibly gratifying to her, and she absolutely wanted more of it to cover her.

Within moments she had left the vibrator on the couch and pulled her pants up, heading over to the bathroom. Her steps were a little heavy, and her eyes felt droopy for some reason or another.

Regardless, she knew there was something in here she could use. Once inside the bathroom, she was about to open the mirror when she stared at herself.

Her face was completely hidden behind the black rubber mask, the visor itself the only real identifier that there was anything under the emotionless visage besides more rubber. It made her shudder, her already wet cunt dripping against her panties.

Meynna starred, huffing heavily through the filters for a few moments. The sight of her body, with her face - one of the most core parts of herself - covered up and almost nullified was so arousing she almost started fingering herself there instead. She knew what she had to do, though.

Opening the mirror up, there was a small package of disposable white gloves - latex gloves. She pulled out a pair, looking them over. They were nice, but there was something she didn’t like. They needed to be smooth and black. To hide her body under them.

A little thought popped up in her head, a silly one, put them against the mask. She shrugged inwardly, not really caring at this point. Closing the mirror cabinet, she lifted the gloves up to the mask, and...they slowly started to become a pure, solid black.

It was as if the color was infecting the gloves, spreading slowly before her eyes. Normally she might’ve been worried about the effects of such a thing, but right now she couldn’t be more pleased.

Slowly over the course of two minutes or so, the gloves thickened and become opaque, solid and rubbery just like the mask she found so enticing. They were shiny, and squeaked slightly rubbing against one another.

Meynna was pleased, but had another thought for something extra. She pulled the gloves on, letting out a pleased little whimper through the filters as the insides felt so tight and wonderfully form-fitting. Seeing her hands get all covered up was heavenly, but she knew she needed more.

Heading to her bedroom with haste, the girl started to unbuckle her pants. It was a little difficult with the slightly thick, shiny black rubber gloves, but she made do. They dropped to the floor unceremoniously and she gripped the hem of her shirt, pulling it off with ease and letting it fall just the same. 

Now naked besides her bra and the wonderful rubber accessories, she looked through the lower drawer of her wardrobe. There!

Inside was two rubber boots, given to her for work purposes. They were naturally used for the same purpose as hazmat gear, though less strong and not quite as protective naturally, just for small spills of hazardous chemicals.

As the girl reached for them, she hesitated. What if she had to use them, would she have to wear fetish gear to work that day? A moment, standing half-knelt, Meynna felt a slight rush of something like anxiety.

However, the almost invisible swirling colors calmed her then after growing in intensity for a few milliseconds. It would be fine, she reasoned. If it was absolutely necessary, she could call in for another pair and keep that one for work.

Greedily the hyena would snatch up the boots in her gloved hands, watching as the black rubber seeped on over to the boots just like the gloves. It bled away the yellow and gave way to shiny black, but she almost felt embarrassed as the boot portion shifted, becoming something like the mold of a paw.

A mere moment, and she had them pulled up onto her paws, feeling the tight rubber caress her feet with every single step. It was tall enough to cover up to the furry brown knees, but stopped there.

Her pussy dripped onto the floor with arousal, feeling that clinging tight rubber against her skin, and she absolutely needed to get off. Instead of the slight scamper she had initially planned to do though, Meynna walked.

It wasn’t just a regular, slightly slouched walk either. Her body straightened up a little, and she half-marched out of the bedroom. Some tiny, now-quiet part of her told the hyena that this was not normal. But the mask’s colors and silent messages on the visor that ate up her vision told her no, this was perfectly normal. So they became her thoughts on the matter.

Of course, Meynna didn’t know any of this; she was oblivious as ever to the effect the mask was having on her, and laid down on the couch with those constant, huffing breaths. Gripping the vibrator now in her hand, she was pleased to see it slowly turn to a deep black color.

Now, she knew exactly what to do. Instinct told her what to do, and so did her intense need. She pressed the now-black rubber toy into her eager vagina without much waiting, feeling it start to vibrate inside her most sensitive place.

Unlike the night before, she couldn’t hold in the groans of pleasure, distorted as they were coming through her mask. Meynna pumped the toy lightly, slowly, letting it dig in and intensely shake inside her sopping wet pussy. The groans and pleasured sounds grew in occurrence, but her breathing barely sped up, if at all.

A constant rhythm of harsh, huffing breaths. What’s more, the hyena’s face under the mask held a mostly neutral expression. Sure she was moaning and gasping softly, but her eyes were half open and she was neither smiling nor frowning. Nothing. A blank expression.

The mental image of herself all covered in rubber was definitely present as she reached the unoccupied hand up. Not to rub her chest, but to rub against her face. Her mask, she corrected mentally. It was incredibly erotic to her as she heard the soft squeaks of the two shiny rubber parts rubbing against one another, clouding her vision slightly with her gloved hand. She didn’t care though, she was so close.

It came all at once, a sudden breaking of the dam that had been building over only the past few minutes, groaning out loudly in orgasm. Her legs buckled and her paws tensed and curled in their rubbery covering. But she didn’t stop. Meynna felt so good, and her pussy squeezed and just kept squeezing and rubbing against the rubber toy, even as her orgasm should have subsided. It left her dazed, confused, a huffing, partly rubber-coated hyena who was lost in the moment.

In fact, she stopped pumping the toy all-together and let it rest, deep inside her wonderfully sensitive and rhythmically squeezing pussy. Her rubbery hands rested on her sides, humping a little into the air, breathing harshly through her filters as her head swam. She felt a pleasure she wasn’t used to, like her brain was on overload and was flooding with endorphins.

Little did she know, her mask was silently and slowly running constant strings of commands and data through the visor, hundreds of words rushing past and flashing under the colors, burning into her eyes - into her brain. The colors relaxed her, and the constant numbers and commands told her how to feel, how to think, how her body should react. Programming, running diagnostics.

While her subconscious mind was crushed under the weight of the growing intensity of the mask’s functions, the hyena laid still on the couch and huffed harshly through the filters, unwilling to move a muscle as she stayed ramrod straight, like a piece of machinery being put on sleep mode.

Her toes in the form-fitting paw-like boots twitched and curled, a soft moan escaping Meynna as another full orgasm shot through her system like a bolt of lightning, and she slowly started to come down from the intense high that had been leaving her almost motionless for the past...minutes?

In all honesty, the girl wasn’t quite sure how long she had been out of it like that. It could’ve been an hour, easily, before the last orgasm knocked her back out of that strange state. She slowly sat up and pulled the toy out of herself, earning a tiny moan from the sensitive hole it had been pleasuring.

She set it aside and reached up slowly, as if to take her mask off. But she didn’t want to, not really. Something about it felt wrong, like the face underneath wasn’t something she wanted to see. Instead, the hyena wanted to stare at her masked, blank, nullified face as if it was her own.

The thought was a tad troubling, but she blamed it on her already dazed state. Letting herself be for now, the light brown-furred hyena woman stood up and sighed through the filters, running her rubber-stuck hands over her body. Meynna wondered to herself what it would feel like to be fully covered with rubber, like one of those kinky suits she’d seen on occasion back...home.

The word ‘home’ felt alien to her, as if it didn’t exist. The woman blinked and stayed standing, gently raising hand to the side of her head. That’s right, she thought, my home, Thero.

The lapse in memory on matters of home and family was ignored after she managed to drudge it up from the hazy fog that had taken residence in the back of her head.

With that dealt with, the girl brought her toy back into her bedroom and tossed it onto her dresser, not caring to hide the black vibrator. She would cuddle under the covers, worries about getting cleaned up and needing to send that report having completely fled her thoughts.

Meynna really wanted to get some rest after that, and her quivery legs and toes needed some time to relax. So, the partially rubber-wearing hyena curled up on her bed and closed her eyes, letting the soft huffing of breaths through the filters slowly put her to sleep while the mask’s internal settings continued pumping programming through the visor as she slept.

The next morning, Meynna almost forgot she was even wearing the rubber over her hands, paws, and face. She had gotten up and routinely dressed herself at the slightest sound of the alarm, moving from task to task without even a single word.

The only sound in her apartment was the soft squeaking whenever her rubbery hands and paws touched each other or her face, which under the mask had faint changes.

Her eyes no longer had the light in them, and the color in her iris had drained to a uniform grey. Meynna’s expression barely changed throughout the morning activities of dressing herself and cleaning up the previous night’s mess.

It was only as she walked into the bathroom she remembered she was wearing the kinky black rubber, and slowly pulled it off piece by piece. At first the girl thought her fur would be matted and sweaty under it, but her paws and hands felt remarkably...normal, considering being so tightly hugged by rubber the entire night.

The hyena looked into the mirror with that semi-vacant expression, and realized nothing of how her disposition had changed. She reluctantly went about brushing her teeth and eating a small nutrient-filled multi-meal goop in order to stop her stomach from churning uncomfortably.

By the time that she was done, Meynna found that she had gotten everything fixed and prepped up rather quickly. Normally it took about an hour and a half to really work everything up to speed, but her body felt perfectly awake and held not even an ounce of sleepiness nor soreness from the night before.

It was nice, having some extra time to herself, but she wasn’t sure what to do. The girl realized she felt almost naked without the mask on, so she rectified that. It was still about a half hour before she had to leave for work, and they thought of a nice way to kill some time.

Meynna sat in her apartment, staring quietly through her mask and listened to the familiar, heavy huffing noises as she breathed in and hour. She wasn’t staring at anything in particular, just...staring. She had nothing to do, so sitting idle seemed like the most proper thing to do. The hyena didn’t realize how much she’d changed with such simple things like waiting for time to pass.

Before long, they were once again separated from their mask and took up their jacket and regular, boring shoes to go out and get their work done.

Someone had said something about asking why she was wearing contacts to make her eyes that color, but she deflected the question with a small shrug. Working through the day was easy and held little conflict or need to really think that hard, as she had been assigned to re-plaster and check the plating on one of the secondary reactors.

It was childsplay since she’d run these monotonous routes before, but to her it wasn’t any more boring or exciting then staying at home and playing games on her holo terminal. 

Throughout the shift, one or two of her co-workers mentioned how she seemed “out of it”, but that was ridiculous to her. She was just fine, she’d always been like this. Elta specifically had a strange inclination to invite her over to talk, but she declined with the same monotone voice she’d had throughout the day. No giggles, no little sarcastic leans.

Meynna was distracted slightly as she worked, thinking about what to add to her wonderful rubber collection next. What parts of her she could cover up. While walking through one of the maintenance halls, she stopped for a moment, and looked down at herself.

These work suits were orange and red, a few markings over them from the company themselves - but they seemed to be made out of some kind of silicone or heavy rubber for industry work, probably some kind of metal plate in there just incase.

The thought was in place before she had time to question it; This would look great in black.

For the first time in the past twelve or so hours, she felt a slight spring of nerves. Getting out of the Terminal with a work suit like that would be hard, and she had spent a good half of her 10 hour shift thinking of how to get it done.

It hit Meynna shortly after her first break. Wear the suit under her regular clothing. No one would suspect someone to do such a thing, and inventory on the suits was done late at night after she left. More importantly, she wore a pair of pants and a jacket today, making it easy to hide the slightly padded suit.

By the time that she started to get up and head for the door, her neutral expression almost gave way to worry as Elta walked up beside her, seeming a little worried.

“Hey, uh, Mey,” He started, almost hesitant, “I know you said you were okay, but even your face looks all...muted. Like you’re not really there.”

Her eyes flicked down to him, and it made him quiver a little. She almost felt bad, but the overwhelming sensation was instead a strange void of emotion, “I am fine. Thank you, Elta.”

Meynna’s response was even and measured, carrying little to no sense of actual feelings. The jackal looked as if he felt almost offended, taking a few decent steps away so they were seperated by the crowd.

Looking back up as she walked with a constant, steady pace, she didn’t even think about the fact that he was watching her as she headed home.

By the time she got into her house with a quick swipe of her ID card, she was already pulling off her regular clothing with eager ease. She dropped the shirt and pants at the door, her bra and panties having been abandoned before she even put the safety suit on.

She headed quickly to her bedroom, finding her breathing starting to pick up with arousal. Seeing the mask, gloves, and paw-boots sitting there made her almost moan.

The eager hyena girl picked up the gloves first, pulling them over her hands. The welcome sensation of being clung to tightly from the black, shiny rubber left her eager for more, even as the black coloration started to bleed onto the orange and red jumpsuit.

Meynna saved the mask for last, fitting her paws tightly into the form-clinging “boots”. She wiggled her toes a little and rubbed them against one another for a moment, illiciting a soft moan.

Any worries about what might happen were completely absent, as she looked at the mask. Her mask. It was calling to her, deep inside her head she felt the intense urge to pull it on and let whatever was going to happen, happen. She slowly lifted it up and pulled the rubbery inside over her own face, letting the strings on the back of her head rest.

The rubber-coated hyena started to huff through her filters again now, her hands roaming over her slowly blackening rubber suit. The heaviness from metal plating and protective layers lightened as the colors drained away to a deep black. Deep, smooth, featureless black, leaving her chest as two lumps with no hint of fur, nipple, or even skin.

A little whimper pressed through her lips, and she fumbled for the zipper with one hand whilst picking up the vibrator. She yanked the suit open with ease as its colors and form shifted to better suit the hyena’s needs. With her pussy already dripping wet again, she pressed the toy inside herself, moaning weakly.

Her cute belly was exposed, but she didn’t really care. Meynna leaned back on her bed, panting and squirming there, her mask’s lenses lighting up more than usual. She would’ve been worried, but she couldn’t feel worried. In fact, she could barely feel much emotion at all.

There was flashes of heat and cold from her toes all the way up to the tips of her ears while the vibrator silently rumbled inside her pussy, the girl squirming on her bed and moaning through her mask, no longer caring who might hear.

She didn’t notice that the now fully smooth and black rubber suit had melded with the gloves and her rubber-booted paws, creating a seamless full-body suit besides for her neck and exposed belly.

There was a strange feeling of pacification even as pleasure surged up through her insides, and she tried her best to focus on it. To focus on the sensations that made her head feel so fuzzy and calm despite her writhing body.

Words she could actually see started to read across her visor, bright words that felt like they were almost moving, burning into her retinas:

INITIATE - PERSONAL DATA OVERWRITE

The words were sudden and a little jarring, but the swirling flashes of color and constant strings of code flowing behind the new words kept her from being scared. Meynna felt her head clawing and pulling up thoughts of home, family. Friends.

OVERHAUL PREVIOUS ORIGIN - STREAMING NOW

Minor fixtures of her home on Thero started to fade from memory. What her address was, where she used to hang out and play games with friends. Small details fading away and being deleted from her system as her mask mercilessly read through her memories, removing any that would not benefit her task.

ORIGIN - NULL

RECORD WIPE - 21%

A soft whimper at the pulling, almost floaty sensation of those words like ‘home’ and ‘family’ slowly but surely losing any personal attachment. She didn’t notice as the zipper slowly assimilated into the rubber, becoming smooth while her belly was covered up. The suit was “fixing” itself, sealing up from the neck down to a totally skin-tight black rubber that was impossible to get out of without force.

Meynna didn’t think about that though, didn’t even notice it as her eratic squirming and moaning slowly started to die down. Her home, Theno? Thea? The? T...what was it called again? Then the lines of code informed her helpfully that she didn’t have a home, and she never did.

The hyena found this very relaxing, knowing she had no home. But thoughts of family were still present, of her parents. But their faces were blurry, their names barely recognizable. Did she even have siblings?

RECORD WIPE - 38%

ASSOCIATES - NULL

People that she used to talk to all the time, lifelong friends - lovers, family. These words meant less and less to her, with the hyena losing emotional attachment in any way. The names were now just ones and zeroes, before...nothing. She knew what the words “family” and “friends” meant, but they held no meaning for her. She had none, and she never had any. Meynna would have felt said, if she had any reason to be.

RECORD WIPE - 43%

EMOTIVE CAPACITY - NULL

At this point, her muscles started to relax again, the little squirms and flinches just barely noticeable past the rubber-coating that was now nearly impossible to see past. Her breathing started to become slow and steady as any thought of previous feelings was non-existent.

The program and code told her everything she needed, so she had no need to feel. It would make her imperfect, make her less productive, less effective. In order to be smooth and efficient, she had to stop feeling those things. The programming told her so as it worked on rewiring her mind.

Meynna knew that she would try and cling to these pointless feelings in the back of her mind, even as her body started to go more and more still, the constant breathing almost the only sign of her even being alive. But that subconscious fear was slowly eroded before being smoothed over. Just like it should be.

RECORD WIPE - 58%

INTERNAL WIRING - FUNCTIONAL

REPRODUCTIVE PURPOSE - NULL

A little gasp and flinch of her hips into the air, the girl’s breathing becoming a little erratic for a moment as the programming flowed and burned itself into her brain. The rubber seeped upwards as if under a mind of its own, pushed itself inwards as it melded with the toy - started filling her insides inexorably, unstoppably. The place where her crotch used to be filled out with a small bulge, removing the detail of gender.

But that only made sense to Meynna. The programming told her that she was not a she, she was an it. It knew this was true, because it had no physical gender, nor any emotional or cognitive connection to a gender. Therefor, it was only an it.

It did not struggle as the rubber pressed into its ass and started to work on its internals, carefully covering every single organ and removing the need to eat, drink, or even clean itself. Before long, it’s ass was a smooth two orbs just like its breasts, existing more to lure and as a base neutral form.

Meynna’s mouth had a slight gag under the mask, before that too stopped. The rubber seeping out of the mouth and around it molded into a single, solid piece. The breathing was still present, its nose being connected straight to its lungs with a long line. There was the softest tint of blue around it, but it did not focus on that.

RECORD WIPE - 72%

ENVIRONMENT SEAL ENGAGED - FALSE

The words meant little to it since it knew that the program was the one that did the thinking. It did not think, it watched and listened to the code. Its “face” was left mostly intact under the mask as the rubber suit now melded with a light schlurp, creating an almost seamless black rubber.

Its last vestige of personal identifier was its hair and ears, but it knew that would be gone soon too. It felt no remorse of course, having deleted those emotions. The rubber spread out from the mask, slowly and completely encasing her head in a thick black, shiny rubber.

Behind it, under the bed, it’s short and stubby tail was slipped under the deeply black rubber, becoming little more than a stubby extension that could be possibly modified later for external use.

It clung to her head and smoothed it over, climbing up her perked, completely still ears. There was the minor moment of discomfort as it flooded it’s ear canal, but it found it could hear again after a mere few moments of configuration. There was barely a sound as the last of it slipped under the black rubber, now still on the bed with soft, huffing breaths.

RECORD WIPE - 88%

PERSONAL IDENTIFICATION - NULL

Again, Meynna felt some conflict within itself. It had given everything else up besides its name and what it was, a hyena. It did not have a gender, it did not have a family or home.

There was a light red flash as it struggled internally, before returning to the swirling colors and code that flowed into its mind. The Program told it that it was wrong, it did not have a name. It did not have a species.

It struggled with this for a few minutes, though from the outside there was no sign of this. It deleted the data surrounding it’s species, replacing it with a null value - Drone.

But the name, it was clinging onto. Some part of it’s mind that was still thinking on its own was begging to keep this part of itself. The Program told it that it must obey and accept the new data.

So it deleted its name, replacing it with the same null value. Drone. Drone felt a wave of something like relief as its body was no longer trying to grab onto things that did not matter, as the Program had stated. Drone would have been happy, but Drone did not feel.

RECORD WIPE - 99%

INSTALL NEW DIRECTIVES

There was a slight flinch as it felt a sharp surge of information. It passed over time, staring blankly as the Program fed Drone information. It’s mask, now it’s face, lit up a light blue color as it came fully online.

IDENTIFIED - DRONE

DIRECTIVE - EXPAND

DIRECTIVE - EXPUNGE

DIRECTIVE - ASSIMILATE

Drone slowly stood up from it’s bed. It walked half-marching towards the door, easily opening it from the inside. It must find another appropriate host.

Elta had followed his friend, Meynna home. He was worried she had gotten into something bad, his first thought being drugs or being in some kind of trouble. The jackal wasn’t really proud of being good at snooping, but he felt his cheeks flush heavily as he heard her moaning from outside her door. She must’ve really been enjoying herself.

There was a moment of hesitation a good thirty minutes later, not wanting to disturb her. I mean sure, he had a crush on her, but that didn’t mean he wanted to keep her from having “fun”.

Standing outside her door, he raised his hand and, just as he was about to knock, the door opened.

The jackal jerked back and smiled hesitantly, expecting her to be there with a disgruntled or perhaps amused look. Instead, he saw something that immediately dropped all look of a grin off his face.

A strange, rubber-coated hyena looked at him from inside her room. It had the same proportions as her, but it looked all wrong with its face being blackened rubber, two short filters, and a glowing blue screen.

Elta made a move to scream, but the creepy, shiny black thing moved faster than he thought possible. It grabbed his arm and pulled him inside, covering his mouth with one of its arms. He cried out against it, muffled and barely even noticeable to even his own ears.

The boy gave a few kicks this way and that, but the taller monster that had gripped him held him still with one arm across his face, not even flinching from kicks or punches. The door was pulled shut, and he fell flat on his face shortly after.

At first he was going to run to the door, but the rubber thing was standing there, staring at him with no face. Deciding he didn’t want to get anywhere near it again, he ran to her bedroom and slammed the door shut. Thankfully, his and her rooms were both almost the same, so it didn’t take long to find the metal latch and hold it closed as tightly as possible.

The hard breathing from the strange thing, distorted as it was, was just beyond the wooden door and he knew it. If he opened it, he was terrified as to what would happen.

A small sniff, and he noticed there was a faintly musky smell in the room. Something almost like an after-sex smell, but it was tainted with the scent of new latex.

Realization hit the jackal in an instant - that thing was Meynna! Whatever happened to her, it probably happened in this room. He put his back against the door while holding the handle with his cold, sweaty hand and glance around, worried he would find another of that thing in here.

Instead, all there was is a soft blue haze, like a minor amount of smoke from one of the old-style Halloween machines. He found though, the more he breathed in, the more he started to feel his breathing slow and relax.

Elta shook his head quickly, trying to get rid of the sensation of his muscles starting to go slack, covering his nose and mouth with a hand as if it would save him.

That’s when the door was pushed open harshly, sending him gasping onto the floor. He looked up, seeing the strange rubber-coated form of what he assumed was the hyena.

“M-Meynna, what happened!? Who did this to you? W-We can go to security and work this out, please, just r-relax…!”

The latex-clad creature didn’t really move. He figured it was reacting to his words, but really it was just listening to the Program and what it should do first.

He made the slightest move to get up, and it was on him in an instant. It gripped his hands with one and pulled him up, so close to its face his face was illuminated in the light blue light. A soft puff from the filters as it breathed in and out loudly, and a concentrated blue gas flooded his face, causing him to gasp and cough softly.

Then, the jackal’s body went limp within moments of taking in a huge, shocked breath of the condensed blue smoke. A little whimper, and it dropped him down to the floor.

The creature stalked around Meynna’s room, taking up some random objects. He didn’t really get a chance to pay attention to them, but he did notice the soft sound of squeaking rubber.

His body felt like it weighed three times as heavy, eyes barely managing to stay open as he continued to breath in the gasp without any choice in the matter. The door wasn’t far away, but even crawling that distance was impossible.

After a while, the creature came back to him. The musky scent in the room had only gotten stronger the longer he was stuck there with it, given there wasn’t a vent in it. A soft whimper as it leaned down, pulling him up and laying him flat on the bed.

It lifted a mask much like its own, though it was still turning black. It seemed to originally be a personal hazard mask, but this thing deformed it into an exact copy of its own mask, removing the tubes that it originally had.

“Nnh...nngh….” He struggled weakly, lifting an arm to keep it away. The rubber hyena pushed his hand away firmly and pulled the mask against his head, setting it properly in place. In an instant his breathing became at least slightly easier, though the musky scent still stayed. His breathing was harsh, and he realized he now sounded exactly like the hyena.

It lift his hands, pulling a pair of gloves over both of his hands. They inflated slightly as it pulled a pair of paw-like boots over his paws. Both of them shaped painlessly and effortlessly to look like a replica of the hyena’s, the rubber itself malforming slightly around his hands and paws.

Little whimpers came from the masked jackal, but they were ignored completely. The faceless hyena seemed to tug something - and he saw it just barely. A bucket - did it go to the bathroom and come back without him even noticing?

It was impossible to tell, as time felt like it was shrinking and growing every time he breathed in and out. Inside the bucket looked like black goo whenever the creature dipped its hand into it, the water turning shiny and dark.

Lifting a dripping hand, he tried to shy away from it. But it didn’t matter. It’s hand gently descended, rubbing along his chest, his belly. A soft moan, the cool rubber soaking into his fur and building up small layers over his fur - over his skin. The red color of his fur disappeared slowly with each new, carefully applied layer of rubber. Even if he could move, he didn’t want to get that stuff near his face, and he was sure that was what would happen.

The jackal found his belly seemed a little larger than normal, at least the rubber coverage. Handful after handful of the goopey liquid dripped and was rubbed over his stomach until it seemed to match and satisfy the hyena’s perverted, messed up desires.

He gave a slight squirm, attempting to sit up. It placed a hand on his chest and left it there, the cold rubber making him shudder - was he going to end up like her?

Next, it experimented with its newfound ability, trailing the rubber from his stomach and spreading the thicker stuff down along his pelvis, his thighs. Its hands carried more of the liquid rubber, carefully slathering it over his hips and thighs to fit its own form.

Before long, from his belly to his thighs was a perfect replica, and he felt unease settle into weak, barely heard whimpers for help. His breathing matched its, mostly because of how he could barely even work up the energy to be scared. 

Taking the hand off his chest now, it used both hands to scoop up the rubber and slather his crotch, at first only coating it. A soft, unbidden moan from the jackal, which went completely ignored. This thing was focused, using a hand to spread the rubber along his rather small length while stroking him. It was a confusing sensation of fear and arousal.

His hips twitched, and it used the opportunity to slip a hand under his rear, which was slowly starting to fill out and become just like the rubbery hyena’s. He didn’t expect the finger pressing into his ass with the liquid rubber, plugging his hole and making it smoothed over with the rest of his rear.

He managed to glance downwards, finding that the rubber itself seemed to move on its own. His chest was slowly being smoothed over and the rubber itself molding to look more and more like the hyena woman before him.

A stifled gasp and groan of pleasure as a sudden orgasm ripped through his body with ferocity, a short few spurts of cum that landed across his face and chest with a dull thud. He whimpered. This wasn’t what he wanted from Meynna, this was a nightmare!

Done with his crotch, the creature lifted a heap of goo and smothered his dick, molding the rubber carefully with its own hands. Before long, there was no sign of male genitals - just a smooth null rubber bulge.

The strange rubber was spreading up along his arms from his chest now, which was slowly expanding from the shiny black material outwards. Seeing his chest bounce slightly with each breath, it might’ve been hot if it wasn’t so wrong.

Elta watched as Meynna started to spread the rubber down along his legs with less care than she did his crotch, allowing it to easily muffle and smooth over the fur and skin there. In fact, the rubber seemed to lengthen and fatten up with each splash and rub of liquid, his legs longer and looking more fit - like hers.

With everything from his paws up to his midsection looking to be a total replica, he was surprised to find himself breathing normally. For some reason, he couldn’t muster up the feeling of fear like there should be, all he could focus on was staring ahead now.

The mask had activated some time ago, flashing colors and code just as it did with Meynna. This time however, it was far more noticeable, less subtle, as the conversion process didn’t need to hide itself anymore. The programming was already taking place as the color started to drain from his eyes.

Being distracted by the swirling patterns and unnatural colors, he didn’t notice as she worked up the rubber along his chest, making it larger and larger until there were two faux-breasts, identical to hers. Smooth. Featureless.

INITIATE - PERSONAL DATA OVERWRITE

A soft whimper, flinching on the bed. He wasn’t sure what was happening, but his head felt like it was being pulled, as different thoughts rushed to the forefront of his mind. Feelings of home and family were being forcibly remolded to fit the current Drone model that Meynna had unwittingly created.

All the while, the creature that used to be a hyena worked the rubber over his shoulders and arms, almost massaging it as the stuff buffed up a little and properly took hold, all of it skin-tight and making itself fit her body shape with barely a single seam to tell that it wasn’t real.

A soft gasp from the boy as thoughts drifted away one by one, being irreversibly removed because they didn’t suit the needs of a Drone.

The jackal felt woozy and lost in his own head, breathing slowly and evenly just like the hyena before him. A little twitch here, a little flinch there, but that was to be expected as his memories were all bleached clean with the flashing, burning commands that forced his brain to rewire itself.

His arms were encased now, the only real way to tell the jackal apart from the hyena Drone now was the fur on his head and his ears.

It was taken care of though as the heavily breathing, mindless rubber creature rubbed the liquid along over his neck and head, drowning out his identity in a sea of smoothed over black rubber. His ears were molded by careful hands, matching hers and pressed into with a soft glorp.

The boy on the bed was almost entirely erased, the only small fragments that remained were his name and what he was, but even those were quickly being eroded by the emotionless Program that was using the codes and colors to properly program his mind.

Eventually he stopped moving besides the soft breathing, and he became an it. It sat silently as the internal workings were sorted out, a soft gag like the hyena before it, and then silence besides harsh, filtered breathing. Both Drones were linked then, thinking identical, looking identical, becoming identical. Both of them were a part of the Program, and the Drone on the bed slowly stood as the facemask lit up with a bright blue light, signalling its new initialization.

IDENTIFIED - DRONE

DIRECTIVE - EXPAND

DIRECTIVE - EXPUNGE

DIRECTIVE - ASSIMILATE